of a bitch that you've been fooling with Has something up his sleeve So I'm coming to claim what I consider mine Even if we all go down I'm packing
Tradução: Casa De Locos. Ir abajo.
son of a bitch that you've been fooling with Has something up his sleeve So I'm coming to claim what I consider mine Even if we all go down I'm packing
doors with just a smile A rich old man And she won't have to worry She'll dress up all in lace and go in style Late at night a big old house gets
doors with just a smile. A rich old man, and she won't have to worry. She'll dress up all in lace and go in style. Late at night, the big old house gets
it They say only the ones who never had gon' get and act a fool wit' it Everybodys' gangsta through the promotion Even if they raised in a house wit'
wont stop, until I do the numbers im suppose to And my accountant got as many numbers as a social With a beach house that's, somewhere on the coast to
: Uncle chucky Will you read us a bedtime story please huh please Alright You kids get to bed I'll get the story book Heeeeereeeee weeee go Slam the
Taking care of my sisters cause my daddy wasn't shit Sweating over the stove and on a school clothes Open the refrigerator like where did the food go?
wont stop two weak motha fuckers who just need to sit down before you get the fuck clowned And if i see you around Imma pimp slap you down And leave in
didn't hear me right It's a lesson to the song, I'm tryin to steer you right Just remember your father taught you to go hard or go home Never sing that
fool When you pushing a beemer, who gives a fuck about a School? Mom's seta curfew, but I was breaking all the rules Kicked a nigga out the house so I
: Children grow and women producing Men go working, some go stealing Everyone's got to make a living Because Uh! Dont be fooled by the rocks that
Another motherfuckin' 2 live, party Dig this how we love to party Dance fools all over shakin' they body 70's music to rulin' to this Go from South
: [sound of woman being fucked] [Verse 1: Brother Marquis] When the party's over, we can get together, Go to my house and fuck forever, And do whatever
God, I spit that hard s**t In case you don't know, I let my pump go Get ?ride for M'Thulu? like I ride for Geronimo Down to die, for everything I represent
havin fun And it's cool til a fool pull a loaded gun Cause another dude kicked his Bacardi over He had to act a fool now the party's over Gun shots rang
